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Saturday, September 11, 2010

365 Days, Day 96

There is a positive that lies in the negative of the traumatic experience. When we are triggered and re-experience the trauma; we are given the change to let light into that room and see the experience emotionally and spiritually. As we embrace our trauma, it becomes our medicine---a positive force. 'Making light of the dark' is the binding force that can help empower you. When we understand that, the violence no longer owns us. The traumatic experience is revealed and knowing this you are at peace---the trauma is no longer a threat to your present consciousness (Coral Anika Theill, BONSHEA: Making Light of the Dark)

Her day got worse. As she approached the red traffic light she noticed two figures running across the road. She turned to look at the shouting man on the right. As her head turned towards the deafening explosion in her left eardrum she noticed for a split second in slow motion, the beautiful detonation of diamonds. She became aware of an arm and a body sliding into her car and out again, with her big red handbag which had been on the floor of the passenger seat. The movement was choreographed, smooth and swift. The figure disappeared into the dark bushes. She looked around in a daze thinking the occupants in the car next to her must have noticed; they stared impassively ahead. She realised a few kilometres en route home that she was screaming and screaming and screaming. Calm down! she told herself. She started hyperventilating: someone had violently forced themselves into her car and taken her bag. Shattered glass was falling into car; as she drove she did not know she was covered in pieces of glass.

Before she had begun the journey she had taken her mobile phone from her bag to call her daughter saying she was on her way home. Part of her brain facilitated the drive home: she could not recall driving home. Another part of her brain told her that she must use her mobile phone to call her daughter and ask her to open the gate and come down to the garage. As she pulled into the garage and saw her daughter standing there with concern shading her face, she began to sob. Her daughter helped her out of the car and took over.

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Thank you Ariél for taking control, for being patient and kind; for making all the phone calls (I know how you dislike using the phone); for being there to look after me in my moment of trauma. I have the greatest admiration for you. You my Precious One are an amazing young woman with a very wise soul. I love you, always and forever in this life and the next.

Thank you Nicki for your concern, kindness and love; the practical and sensible way you dealt with things the next morning; for trusting me with your car; for the beautiful BodyTalk session and massage (just what I needed). My friend, my soul mate.

Thank you to all of you for your love and concern. Much love to all of you.